The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1887-11-26

of Contra Costa, plugged that young Sac.
ramento chap whose name / disremem-
Der, full o. holes just ez he was sayin'
'Goodby' to his darter. / mout hev done
all this il it had settled things to please
me- For while you and Flynn and the
Sacramento chap ez all about the same
sort o. men, Rosey's different kind from
their sort o. women"
''Mademoisellc Is an angelo said de
Ferrieres, suddenly rising, with an excess
of extravaganza. "A saint! Look! cram
the lie, hal down his throat who challenges
it."
"Ef by mans elle ye mean my Rosey,"
said Mott, quietly laying his powerful
hands on dc Ferrieres' shoulders, and
slowly pinning him down again upon his
chair, "ye'rc about right, though she amt
mam'selle yet. FIX was sayin', might
hev killed you Off hanu eff | he'd thought
IL would hev been a good thing for Rosey."
"For her? All, well! Look, J. am ready
interrupted de Ferrieres, again springing
to his feet, and throwing open his coat
with both hands. "See! here ut my heart
--1rev'
'Ez was sayin'," continued Mott, once
more pressing the excited man down in
his chair, II might hev wiped We out
and ipebbee you wouldn't hev keered--Or
you might hev wiped me out, and l mout
hev said, Thank zee, but j reckon this
amt case for what IS comf'able for you
and me. It's what's good for Rosey.
And the thing to kalkilate is, what's to
be DONE
His small, round eyes for the first time
rested on de Ferreres' face, and were
quickly withdrawn. 1t was evident that
this distracted look, which had fascinated
his lodger, was merely resolute avoidance
of de Ferrcres' glance, and it became ap-
parent later that this avoidance was due
to u ludicrous appreciation Of de Ferriercs'
attractions.
"And after we've done that we must
kalkilate what Rosey is and what Rosey
wants. P'raps, ye allow, you know what
Rosey is? Praps you've seen her prance
round in velvet bonnets and white satin
slippers and SIGH. Praps you've seen her
readin' tracks and v'yages without waitin'
to spell n word or catch her breath. But
that amt the Rosey ez | know. It's d
little child ez ulster crawl in and out the
tailboard Of a Mizzouri wagon on the al
cali pizoned plains, where there wasn't
another bit Of Gods mercy on yearth to
be seen for miles and miles. It's
q little gal rs ulster hunger and thirst
ez quiet and mannerly ez she now eats
and drinks in plenty; whose voice was ez
steady with Injins yelling round her nest
in the leaves on Sweetwater ez in her
purity cabin up yonder. That's the gal
ez knowl That's the Rosey ez my ole
woman puts into my arms one night arter
we left Laramie when the fever was high,
and seq, 'Abner,' SEE she, the chariot Is
swinging low for me tonight, but thar
amt room in it for her or you to git in OF
hitch on. Take her and rare her, SO we
kin all jine on the other shore, seq she.
And I'd knowed the other shore wasn't
no Kaliforny. And that night, p'raps,
the chariot swung lower than ever before,
and my ole woman stepped into it, and
left me and Rosey to creep on in the old
wagon alone. It's them kind o. things"
added Mr.. Mott thoughtfully, THAT seem
to pint TO my KILN you on sight ez the
best thing to be done. And yet Rosey
mightn't like it,"
He had slipped one of his feet out of his
huge carpet slippers, and, as he reached
down to put it on again, he added calmly:
"And ez to yer marrying her it amt TO be
done"
The utterly bewildered expression which
TRANSPORTED de Ferrieres' face at this an
nouncement was unobseryed by Motifs